I'm going to start with an apology, because this is a bit stream of consciousness rather than anything else. And I know you probably don't want to hear my self pity, but I need to tell somebody.
I've lied to everyone. My friends, my family, most of all myself. There has been absolutely no change over the past 4 years. Nothing is any different now than it was when I fucked it up in the first place. No matter how I try and justify it to myself, I have a fucking problem. There is no "just a quiet drink" anymore. Yeah, sure, I can have a couple of civilised pints every now and again, but for some reason that makes it ok in my own mind to go out and get wankered, do things that I really shouldn't - hurt people I love.
The stupid things is I've lost count of the number of times I've had this rant. It's getting ridiculous. I should have a premade sheet with it on, maybe with a little box on it to tick saying "This time I mean it".
I don't have any will power has been my excuse in the past. I don't think I actually tried to be fair. I just didn't give a fuck about anyone or anything. The foolish thing is that people seem to care about me and I throw it back in their faces with complete disdain. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Somebody just help me. I can't do this alone. I've tried and tried again. I need religion or something. Problem is I don't believe it. I don't believe in anything. I have no actual opinion on life, I just am. I exist. There's not much more to it than that.
I begrudge those who have done better, complain that things aren't what they used to be, and fail to actually do anything about it. I run away from my problems. I attacked my fucking girlfriend. I am not a stable person when I am drunk. Why in fuck do I keep doing it? I enjoy the feeling? I certainly don't afterwards... The countless apologies, for fucking, fighting, failing...
I am better than this. I do not need this drug. I do not need it in my life. Why do I so persistently keep going back to it. What in hell is actually possessing me to stay on this track? The sheer incomprehension of it all astounds me. Why am I even in Newcastle. I'm running from my problems again. I need time. I need to sort my head out. I need... a drink?
Lets face it. Any sensible person would have kicked it by now. Pretty much every major fuck up of my "adult life" has been down to the excessive consumption of one substance or another. Managed to "stop smoking weed". Pfft. Like I don't smoke it except if someone else is. Or there's a joint going round. Or perhaps I fancy trying my rolling skills out. Again. It's not massive consumption, it just takes a little to make me complacent. Why do I really care so little about myself.
I can't ask everyone to bail me out of this situation. It just needs to stop. Completely. No casual pints, no afterwork drinks, no sly tinnies or lunchtime pints. My life style needs to change dramatically. It's one in the afternoon and I'm throwing up. There's another thing. I've actually taken to sticking my fingers down my throat in the mornings to get rid of the vile contents of my stomach. That's not normal. That's teen therapy type stuff. Maybe I'm just a late bloomer.
I'm an attrocious drunk. I was named Tom the bastard cos it was funny to begin with. Now people just think I'm a wanker. I don't think I'm gay. I think I'm just stupid. Bored. Only boring people get bored. When was the last time I actively went out my way to create something I didn't have to? When did I actually care? I don't even know if I was in love. I think it was just convenient. No. I was in love. I just was more in love with the moment. Fuck the consequences.
This needs to stop. It's not funny anymore. I've lost count of the number of times I've woken up in piss, vomit, alcohol. Gem did it once. Ho ho. Very amusing. I think I'm in excess of a hundred times. I was clearly not the jovial drunken type. If I don't stop soon, I'm going to turn into one of those old boring fuckers in the pub with nothing about them but an odor of stale sweat and booze.
I actually attacked my girlfriend.
What. The. Fuck.
In all honesty it was established many months ago that I was not the right person for gemma. But she, being the amazing person she is, dained to see if I would sort myself out. I fucked that one up didn't I. How many times can I admit I have a problem before it sinks in.
I can't keep working in a pub.
Smack addicts and nursing homes.
I got myself into this ridiculous situation. Now I've gotta get myself out of it. Methods. I need methods. I need a diary, some sort of way of rewarding myself if things go well. I need to stop being so completely obsessed with brief periods of enjoyment. See the bigger picture. Beyond this very convinient two dimensional world I've created for myself.
I'm going to turn in to a yo yo. The foolish thing is, it's most definitely not the place. It's me. I could be a genial person in Newcastle. I could go far in Cambridge. I just don't let myself. I need to be baby sat until I get it into my head.
I';m not as fucked up as I think. I just drink too much. Oh man, in your infinite wisdom that was a fucking understatement and a half.
This is another point, I think I'm probably on to something here. I wasn't fucked up. I had a perfectly happy life. I just created myself a problem so I could fit in. I did a VERY good job of creating that problem. A little too good I thnk.
Don't come off the rails was her parting words. Sorry babe. I kinda did.
There's no balance any more. My friends see it. They've changed. It needs to stop. I cant keep lying top everyone.l IO cant keep lying to everyoine I cant juep lying to everyonee abnw;oregwnkl
Where's the fucking switch.
moderation moderation moderation moderation doesn't work for me. Do or do not. There is no try. There is no spoon. There is no point./
I need my music. My art. I will prove to everyone I can still do this shit. It didn't all stop at 16. There was no epic off switch, and there will be no epic on switch either. Time is not actually a series of well defined events. There will be no epic point where everything changes for the better. There may well be no happy ending. But if I care enough there will be. I need to save what I have left. I must love and honour my parents. HONOUR MY PARENTS. Simple thing. Thy've fed me, clothed me, taught me well, blessed me with an admirable intelligence. I think I deserved it at one stage as well./ Fuck off TOm and puill that head out of your arse./
I have a good life. Stop stalling.
Everyone's getting sick of this shit, most of all yourself. You are not a scratched record. THere is a logical progression from this point. Stop stalling.
What will I be remembered for?
My epitaph at the minute would read like the school report I never got saying "Must try harder". They should do reports on my life. MUST TRY HARDER. MUST ACTUALLY SEE THE PROBLEM. MUST TRY AND GIVE A SHIT ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE>
But this is the best bit. THis has tro be selfish. BEcause eventually, it's myself who has to deal with it.
My
Go out and buy a diary.
Stop trying to fix everything with money.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Sorry Gem.
I'm sorry again man. I'm running out of people to turn to.